Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.